Passion
When you feel this passion, a passion that’s unlike that of lust or murder, but just a sudden…urge. This passion just takes you over and stops your rational thought, but in such a small way. You promise yourself things. You swear to yourself ideals. You give your word to yourself that something will be done, or not done. Yet, it never happens how you want.
“Goddammit! Fuck! That bitch! I can’t fucking believe this shit! She tries to tell me I’m wrong! ME?!? Who the fuck does she think she is?!? I’m calling her right fucking now! I’m going to tell that bitch once and for all that I’m not putting up with her doing this shit.”
*Dials Phone*
“Diane! Is this Diane?!?”
*Muffled* “Dave? Is that you?”
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! You were right, and I was wrong all along!”
This is an example of likely the most common way it happens. In the passion of just simple anger, you promise yourself to do something, which at the time, seems of utmost importance. After, you totally forget. It’s gone. As fast as a passion comes on, it’s gone, just like that. Why? Why can’t it stay? That passion can fuel something great. That passion may force you to make the right choice. Why can’t it stay? Why does your mind play tease with you? Builds up this confidence, just to make you load the gun and shoot it down yourself.
To a person who can take control of this raw passion, and form it into something good, you have my ultimate respect.
